The streets know how I get down
I bang these weaponry
So think "before I let go"
Like Frankie Beverly
Yeah, I creep with your wife, kid
Her brain be heavenly
Dribble on my balls so crazy
Her game need a referee
Come and run to me and complain
Lean my press and squeeze
I hit your frame
Till you're shit stained and wet with pee
I'm a loose shooter
The color of the coupe puter
Stewardess on the dick on a plane to Aruba
Introduced her to the mile high club and scooped her
Told the bitch that I'm the QU Larry Hoover
I run things in the sewers
With flames from the Rugers
Keep heat like saunas
Crimes for the drama
With body armor up under Louis Vuitton farmersStill trapped in the 80's, Dapper Dan crazy
Tan Mercedes, whip it past the traffic jam, baby
Hundred grand wrapped in rubber bands
Niggas straight cheese
It's me